I am not afraid

When I was a green boy,

I used to see ghosts

And I came to make an enemy.

I abhorred stars and the moon.

I had no nerve for the behaviour

Of the sun when it reached my head:

When it approached my right hand.

Right now I am facing to the south.

I used to crawl to my sisters’ blankets.

They thought I was afraid of the night

And they used to toss me away

As one tosses garbage from a bin.

They had no spiritual eye.

I have seen ghosts and I have

Fought ghosts.

Fear was embedded in me.

I am not afraid,

But I had terror every time

When the clouds of darkness approached

For ghosts fear the day.

They want time like soot.

I developed more bark in those times.

I am not afraid.

Throw anything, I will catch and deal with it.